December 3rd, 1892

Ivy couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned and double-checked the security spells on her house, but there was nothing for it. She checked the time on her watch: midnight. She pulled her long coat over her nightgown and stepped out on the porch in her slippers, and locked the door behind her. Without much thought as to why, although she'd been considering for a while, she walked down her stairs and to the left and knocked twice, quietly, on Dorset's door.

He'd only hear her if she was awake, too - or so she thought. She didn't know the layout in there. When the door creaked open, Ivy shrugged at him. "Evening," she said.

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@Jack Dorset

  

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set by MJ

The knock was soft enough that if Jack had been asleep or even just in his room he might not have heard it. But when it came he didn’t hesitate to leave the chair he was fruitlessly trying to sleep in and answer it. In fact, it didn’t really occur to him not to answer. That he made it to the door with his wand was purely habit. It also didn’t occur to him that it wasn’t really decent to answer the door without a shirt. As it was he stood in his open door way with a dressing gown over one shoulder and a hot water bottle slung on the other blinking with bleary confusion at his neighbor.

"Might be morning at this rate" he said with a glance toward the street and the lamps that lined it. With a shiver, he finally registered the cold and made a face. "D'you need something?" he asked, stepping back to make room for her to come in if she wanted.

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He was shirtless. Ivy blinked at this, and shifted her coat, as if that would make her nightgown more of a solid layer, or as if it would materialize a shirt on him. She stepped into the gap he allowed and waved at him to close the door behind her; she hated to be cold. "I don't need anything," she said.

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He watched as she passed, waiting for ... something ;Whatever he was missing that would make sense of why she'd come knocking at whatever hour this was.  With the door shut he shrugged the other half of his dressing gown over his bad shoulder against the cold draft that had been let into the house.  "Well... then, d'you want something?" he asked as he scrubbed a hand over his face like he could message the sleepy confusion from his brain. 

"Tea?  I'm pretty sure I owe you a beer?"  he shuffled through the simple but tidy bachelor pad toward the kitchen, dropping the hot water bottle on an indiscriminate flat surface along the way.  "There's some -"  he waved vaguely at a basket had some kind of baked good he'd remember in a moment... muffins or scones or something. 

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There was a tiny bit of stubble on his face. Ivy was aware that she was being desperately rude and — maybe just desperate, but she didn't think that Dorset would really mind. If she acted like this was normal long enough, he'd probably come around to believing her.

"I'll take beer, if you have it," she said, following him into his small kitchen. And, as an offering, she gave him a truth: "I couldn't sleep."

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Jack was still sleep-dazed but the simple explanation eased the weight of confusion that hung over him.  He nodded knowingly as he reached for a beer, opened it, and placed on a counter nearest her.  "That makes two of us." he said with a sigh and grabbed one for himself.  "D'you have a dumb shoulder too?"

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